Mumsy

For the succeeding story you'll need to know that my parents have been married for over 34 years, and yet my mother is only 29. (Ah if only the catskills still had a comedy scene.) But truly my parents' have been together since high school and there seems to be no end in sight.

And now for the story.

My mother called me on the phone Monday, "Rachael you were right the play starts at 7pm so we'll have to meet earlier-- an hour earlier than I said."

"OK." I responded, and then continued, "Oh, yeah I just remembered I have to call Dad."
"Well, he's in the emergency room, so I don't know if he's going to pick up."
"What?"
"Maybe, he'll pick up. I just talked to him."
"What happened to him?"
"Hmm? Oh. Um. I don't know. He's in some sort of excrutiating pain. You know your father."
"Were you going to tell me my father was in the hospital."
"I did tell you."
"Only because I brought up that I had to call him."
"Rachael, your father was never coming to the theatre with us anyway."
"Yeah, but he's in the emergency room."
"But we didn't have plans with him."
"Is he going to die?"
"Eventually."
"I mean, in the emergency room. Today."
"I don't think you can die from a broken foot."
"He broke his foot?"
"Did he? Did he tell you he did? When I spoke to him he said they had to run tests."
"I didn't talk to him."
"You probably should call your father, he's in the hospital."
"Tomorrow at the theatre I'm going to stab you."
"That's not a very nice thing to say. No wonder you're single."
"I'm not single! When will you accept Jack?"
"Rachael."
"WHAT!!?"
"I'll see you tomorrow around 6pm."